Deep among the stars drifted the quiet beast: the Allegiance-Class Star Destroyer "Orion." It hung like a crucible among the fire, overlooking the vast nebula of complimentary shades of royal blue and a rich violet. The vessel was not flanked by a fleet of support craft, nor was it attached to a battle group. It was Executor Straum's escapes from uptight land of Bastion, now far away and out of mind. He had much on his mind, to the point where the Hangman of Kessel could no longer be berated by his peers whom the Emperor himself had let loose as if he were a corpse, and they were vultures.
With his hands folded behind his back, sporting his crisp white uniform, Straum stood before the forward viewport on Orion's bridge. The crew behind him bustled about while the Executor seemed to be fixated on his own little world. It was beautiful, the nebula that is. For a man with such a contemptuous outlook on life, he was surely captivated by something so overlooked as nature its self. His eyes darted from left to right, following stars. He would even come up with morbid little stories to describe what he had seen. The nebula was like the hub of activity, and all the outlying stars were segregated because god hates them along with everybody else.
"Sir.." was a quiet voice from behind him. "High Admiral Haran is en route, he'll be here momentarily."
Straum said nothing in reply. Haran was a man whose file the Executor had discovered as he boredly prowled the restricted Imperial databases. He was responsible for the obliteration at Kamino. He had several citations against him, namely under the field of brutality and more than once, Straum had received invoices recommending psychiatric evaluation. As a doctor, it was a waste of his time. He he had an opportunity to follow up on every request, simply because someone, somewhere was frightened by another officer's actions, he would have sooner blown his brains out. For now, he would wait. </div>
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With his hands folded behind his back, sporting his crisp white uniform, Straum stood before the forward viewport on Orion's bridge. The crew behind him bustled about while the Executor seemed to be fixated on his own little world. It was beautiful, the nebula that is. For a man with such a contemptuous outlook on life, he was surely captivated by something so overlooked as nature its self. His eyes darted from left to right, following stars. He would even come up with morbid little stories to describe what he had seen. The nebula was like the hub of activity, and all the outlying stars were segregated because god hates them along with everybody else.
"Sir.." was a quiet voice from behind him. "High Admiral Haran is en route, he'll be here momentarily."
Straum said nothing in reply. Haran was a man whose file the Executor had discovered as he boredly prowled the restricted Imperial databases. He was responsible for the obliteration at Kamino. He had several citations against him, namely under the field of brutality and more than once, Straum had received invoices recommending psychiatric evaluation. As a doctor, it was a waste of his time. He he had an opportunity to follow up on every request, simply because someone, somewhere was frightened by another officer's actions, he would have sooner blown his brains out. For now, he would wait. </div>
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